[Thank you for indulging my wild fantasies about Akiryu.
Wait.
A-anyway, Ryuji, with his eyes lidded and his form happily facing ceilingward, just smiles to himself. Yeah, this shit? It's driving him crazy too, but at least he knows that if he feels he's going crazy, he's probably actually not... you know, three steps away from being sent to a locked room and cuffed so that he doesn't hurt himself. Or something like that. If anything, it just makes him feel more camaraderie to Akira, because really, fuck this station.]
Nah. You're not crazy. Crazy would be accepting everything as it comes and not thinkin' about it. Crazy would be not feeling like you're goin' crazy.
[And as he lectures, he doesn't hear the oh-so-apparent JAWS THEME playing in the background as Akira starts to surreptitiously nose his way through the top surface of the water. He's droning on about his aesthetic philosophy, which honestly doesn't mean much of anything to anyone else, as he stops, since he hadn't heard a verbal confirmation.
Huh? What the eff is going on?]
Akir---AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
[HOLY SHIT THE GHOSTS HAVE HIM.
SOMEONE CALL SPACE 911.
He goes down, straight into the water as he flails a little bit until he actually feels Akira around, and it almost makes sense what the hell just happened. This sly son of a bitch.
Ryuji motions for air upward as his head peaks out of the water, doggy paddeling as you do when you're treading water for your life, and a few deep, lung filled breaths of air route their way deep into his alveoli.]
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Wait.
A-anyway, Ryuji, with his eyes lidded and his form happily facing ceilingward, just smiles to himself. Yeah, this shit? It's driving him crazy too, but at least he knows that if he feels he's going crazy, he's probably actually not... you know, three steps away from being sent to a locked room and cuffed so that he doesn't hurt himself. Or something like that. If anything, it just makes him feel more camaraderie to Akira, because really, fuck this station.]
Nah. You're not crazy. Crazy would be accepting everything as it comes and not thinkin' about it. Crazy would be not feeling like you're goin' crazy.
[And as he lectures, he doesn't hear the oh-so-apparent JAWS THEME playing in the background as Akira starts to surreptitiously nose his way through the top surface of the water. He's droning on about his aesthetic philosophy, which honestly doesn't mean much of anything to anyone else, as he stops, since he hadn't heard a verbal confirmation.
Huh? What the eff is going on?]
Akir---AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
[HOLY SHIT THE GHOSTS HAVE HIM.
SOMEONE CALL SPACE 911.
He goes down, straight into the water as he flails a little bit until he actually feels Akira around, and it almost makes sense what the hell just happened. This sly son of a bitch.
Ryuji motions for air upward as his head peaks out of the water, doggy paddeling as you do when you're treading water for your life, and a few deep, lung filled breaths of air route their way deep into his alveoli.]
SUNNUVA. CRAH---BAH...UGNH. [cough, cough.] I'M GONNA KILL YOU, AKIRA.
[Time to die, he guesses, as he tries his hardest to swim the hell away from him and plan a counterattack.]